The oral account of a survivor of the "Japanese Prison Compound Street Da**".
Liu Qingyun dictated, Yan Yuxin, and Zhang Jian organized
On November 4, 1937, the Japanese invaded my hometown of Anyang. On the day we entered the city, we were on Dayuan Street to ** our unarmed compatriots. At that time, I was just 22 years old, and my family lived in the northern section of Xiying Street, near Xiaoximen, and I experienced the disaster firsthand, and I was lucky enough to escape from the butcher's knife of the Japanese criminals.
At that time, the 32nd Army of the Kuomintang was stationed in Anyang City. When the Japanese army did not come, they either pulled us ordinary people to build trenches outside the city wall, or pulled us to dig cat ear holes in the city wall. On the city wall of nine miles and one hundred and thirteen steps at that time, every one zhang and five, cat ear holes were dug. The cat's ear hole has a gun hole outward, and it leads inward to a traffic ditch. I thought that the Kuomintang army would be able to fight for a while by taking advantage of the time and place, but as soon as the Japanese attacked, as soon as they heard the sound of cannons, they opened the south gate and fled southward, leaving the city full of unarmed people to be slaughtered.
The Japanese army began to siege the city at dawn. Before the Japanese army attacked, I heard people shouting along the street: "Turn over the collar, show surrender, kneel on the ground to meet the Japanese Imperial Army, or you will be beheaded.......""Anyang people have backbone, they would rather die standing than kneel to live, no one kneels to greet them, and no one turns their collars, but the fierce gunfire and indiscriminate shouts make people panic. Many of the residents who were close to the city wall hurriedly hid in the cat's ear holes in the city wall, leaving their fate in the hands of the strong city wall. Because when the Japanese planes bombed Anyang City before, many houses were blown up and people were killed, but they were not afraid of bombs by hiding in the cat's ear hole. By this time, the people were all gone. Our whole family, like the residents in the Xiying area near the west city wall, also hurried to the cat's ear hole in the city wall. Who knows, hiding in the cat's ear piercing is the beginning of the disaster.
At dawn, the Japanese bombarded Xiaoximen with tanks. The tanks drove up to the edge of the moat, and artillery fire first destroyed the drawbridge and then broke the city gates. Although the earthen sacks piled up in the hole in the city gate were thicker than the city walls, how could they stop the iron hooves of the invaders? ** Retreat, the Japanese army entered the city. Because there was no resistance, the Japanese army spread quickly. Some of us poor people who were hiding in the cat's ear hole were stabbed to death with bayonets in the hole, and some were driven out of the cave and driven to the north edge of the Xiying pit on the courtyard street like sheep. At that time, the Xiying pit was large, and there was no housing along the north side of the pit to the courtyard street, and the south side of the small Ximen Road from outside the city was the edge of the pit. When my family was driven to the entrance of the compound, I saw that the Xiying pit was full of killed compatriots, mostly young men.
Those Japanese robbers killed people and killed red-eyed, and when they saw adult men, they grabbed their hands and watched and smelled nonsense, and when they didn't like it, they dragged them to the side of the road and stabbed them to death with bayonets. We panicked and didn't know what was going on, only to learn later that the robbers had taken the man out of the cat's ear hole for a resisting soldier. Seeing the tragic killing of neighbors and friends who get along with each other day and night, people are already angry, and some people have realized that the Japanese think that we are all Chinese ** people and kill innocents indiscriminately, and angrily defend to them, but the robbers can't listen to it at all, and even set up machine guns to prepare for a larger-scale **.
At this critical moment, a plainclothes man in North Korean costume but wearing a military cap came running from the east, and we used to call them "Goryeo sticks". He ran up to the officer with the Toyo sword, muttered a few words, and then, confronting us, said in stiff Chinese: "Women and children go home, men, come with me to carry things!" "We realized that the plundering had begun, and we were all silent, with only angry eyes. Seeing that we didn't talk or move, the "Goryeo stick" repeated what he had just said and said, "Don't go, it's dead!" At this time, some people had already begun to move, and women and children began to scatter and walk back, but some adult men had only walked a few steps with their families before they were immediately grabbed by Japanese soldiers who ran forward and dragged to the lime shop in front of the three storefronts on the north side of the road. I and about fifty adult men were caught at the door of the shop, lined up in a semicircle, dragged into the house, and one was hacked to death, and in the lime shop, a miserable cry was suddenly heard. At this time, the cries and screams became one.
My uncle and second brother were dragged into the lime shop, and I felt unconscious and stood motionless. Suddenly, the "Goryeo stick" came up to me, pushed me brutally, and said, "Yours, move things! "I didn't move, and immediately two Japanese soldiers came and grabbed me, dragged me to the lime shop, and pushed me again to the officer who was armed with a Toyo sword in the room. Before I could stand firmly, I saw that the Oriental sword had slashed at me. The last time I heard a "click" sound, I literally lost consciousness ......
By the time I regained consciousness, it was the afternoon of the next day. I was hidden in a small dark room. His head was wrapped, the bloody clothes on his body had been changed, and he felt unbearable pain in the back of his head. The family told me that I was picked up with a life, saying that the night before, a few people in the neighborhood secretly went to the lime shop to collect the body, and the body temperature of the first ** was still there, and there was still a breath, so they hurriedly and secretly carried it home as a corpse. It was said that I would not die, but when the Japanese officer's knife was cut down, the tip of the knife slid against the wall, and the knife slashed at the back of my head. Because the knife was slashed and I was knocked out, it did not cut my neck. The Japanese officer thought I was dead and kicked me against the wall. Then the bodies of the neighbors who were killed were piled up on top of me, and they were the ones who covered me and saved me. After the Japanese robbers cut us down with knives, they were afraid that we would not lose their breath, so they brutally stabbed us with bayonets on the corpses. I was lucky enough to be on the bottom floor and close to the wall, but I was still stabbed in the body.
Seven or eight small holes. At that time, my family still showed me a bloody clothes, saying that although I had a hard life, I was still a fortune teller and picked up a life. That night, my family was afraid that I would be recuperating in the city and being searched as a wounded soldier of the squadron, so they secretly carried me to a relative's house in the countryside outside the city, and I really escaped for my life.
Fifty years have passed, and I still have the sins of the Japanese invaders deeply imprinted on me. The deep knife mark on the back of my head is the blood testimony of the cruelty of our Chinese people in Dayuan Street when the Japanese invaded Anyang. Speaking of how many of our compatriots were in Dayuan Street, some said more than a hundred, some said hundreds, but from that small lime shop alone, forty-nine corpses were lifted. The person recalled the situation when the body was carried and said that the walls of the three huts were covered with blood inside and out, and blood flowed all over the ground until it reached the street. The angry corpses in the room were pressed horizontally and vertically, and they were terrible. This is the evidence of the Japanese invaders invading our territory and our people.
As a survivor, with a stab on the back of my neck, I complain to the countries and people of the world who uphold justice. I am now 73 years old, living at No. 51 Xiying Street, retired from the city transportation station, my children have started a family, and my wife and I are living a happy old age. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, under the leadership of the Communist Party of China, imperialism no longer dared to infringe on an inch of China's sacred territory. Today, one billion people are uniting and working hard for the construction of China's four modernizations. I sincerely hope that the younger generation will bear in mind that without a strong motherland, the history of blood will still be repeated, and we must not be careless.
Parents desperately try to revive their dead children. But their beloved children no longer hear their parents' calls.
*From: "Nanjing Da**: Witness in History**".
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